Free The Alpha Won't Be Denied by Georgette St. Clair Page B

singing after the soul-shattering orgasm he’d given her in the shower.
    She parted her thighs even wider and he ate at her pussy, sucking and licking and lashing her with his tongue until she was crying out in wordless ecstasy, trembling on the verge of coming harder than she ever had before.
    He pulled away and she could have wept, aching for him to return to her needy clit and drive her wild with his talented tongue. But then he plunged two fingers inside her and she was lost in the building swirl of sensation that melted her spine and liquefied her limbs.
    He took his cock in his hand and briefly closed his eyes as he ran his fingers over the head, spreading the drop of pearly precum that had gathered there as he touched and tasted her. Then he drove his fingers into her, almost roughly, as he pumped his shaft. His breathing grew labored and his lips parted as he matched the movement of his fingers in her pussy to the rhythm of his fist around his cock. His eyes never left hers as she moaned her bliss, clamping her thighs around his hand.
    Carver didn’t stop the push of his digits into her drenched pussy, driving her higher and impossibly higher until she was all but screaming with the insistent, unstoppable waves of pleasure that washed over her whole body and made her cunt clench.
    He gave a low, desperate moan, pumping his shaft faster and harder until he froze, groaned again, and spilled his cum over her belly and thighs in sticky spurts of released passion. He shuddered above her, fighting for breath, then rolled to one side before gently releasing her wrists from the cuffs.
    It was a long time before they regained their breath and their senses.
    Carver went to the bathroom – Virginia didn’t know how he could stand, let alone walk – and returned with a warm, wet washcloth, which he used to tenderly clean the flavored oil and the evidence of their passion from her skin.
    All the while she watched his face, feeling a sort of exhausted wonderment at the gentleness of this strong man as he concentrated on his task.
    Then he lay down beside her, pulled her against his chest and tucked the coverlet around them. He gently stroked her hair and kissed her temple. There was no need for words.
    Exhausted, replete, feeling safe in his arms and surrounded by his scent, Virginia allowed her eyes to drift closed. A deep sense of contentment suffused her as she allowed herself to fall into the embrace of sleep.

Chapter Nine
     
                  The next morning, she got up early while he still slept.  He was on his side, turned towards her, his face beautiful in slumber.  A part of her yearned to stay with him today, just to lie there in his arms and talk to him, to make love to him again, to run in the woods, to stare at his handsome face.  She shoved that part of her into the back corner of her mind; she couldn’t let herself get dependent on him. 
                  She showered and dressed quietly, and slid silently out the door and shut it behind her so she wouldn’t wake him.
                  As she walked out, a faint, strange odor drifted through the air. It was the same odd scent she’d smelled when she’d been out running the day before.  She trudged through the snow to follow it, and realized that it was lingering outside their bedroom window.  She didn’t see any footprints, but then it had snowed in the night and had probably covered them.
                  She’d ask the lodge owners about it later, she decided.  Surely they would know if there was some unique species of animal here.
                  The scent made her feel strange on a deep, visceral level. Wrong. Something’s wrong. It made no sense; it wasn’t even that strong, and it was definitely some kind of animal…why did it bother her so?
    She didn’t want to take Carver’s truck and leave him without transportation, so she shifted and ran the two miles into town, changing into her